do her some service in return.' He spoke also of her uniform geniality and high spirits and said that she brought smiles and sunshine whereever she went. "But this geniality," he further urged, "did not prevent her from having strong and well grounded opinions and holding to them." He thought her judgment excellent on given thought, "Finally" -and he made a great deal of this point-"she is very thorough. She does nothing by halves and leaves nothing half finished, but does it right out to the end."

In looking over her papers yesterday I found another letter, written by Mrs. Gilbert about a year and a half before her death, to an old friend, who was evidently getting cracked on the subject of religion. I quote:

"I think it is a very dangerous, a very risky thing to allow the mind of the strongest amongst us to dwell too much upon one subject, even the highest subject of all, our relations with God, the future life and the forms of our religious belief. It all seems very simple, and plain, and practical to me. This earth is God's world, as much as is Heaven. It is good enough and beautiful enough for me, but for the sins and the sorrows. If we attempt to peer into Heaven we are lost."

Again she says:

"The simple life, the simple, natural beliefs, the inward sense of conscience these are what appeal to me, and for the rest I can wait."

When her husband died she felt as if she did not want to live; that her life had gone out with him. She went to church and sat in the old pew. She could hardly endure it. She wanted to leave the service when the first song was sung, but she remained and fought it out right there. I quote:

"I went home determined to question and argue no more; to accept life; to try to do my duty from day to day, and determined to make my home and life as pleasant, as happy and as helpful to others as I could and let creeds and theories and questionings and settling things go."

And here is her declaration of religion:

"I like a simple, natural, plain, easy-to-understand system of religion and life; so plain that 'A man, although a fool, need not err therein;' that He who runs may read;' that commends itself to all classes of people and conditions; gives help, comfort and cheer to the weary laden and keeps the many sided thing we call mind, sane, natural and healthy. "Give us a little more familiarity with the ten commandments, throw in a little more of the 'shall nots,' put a little more backbone into the anatomy of mankind and teach the world to bring up their children a little more in the fear and admonition of the Lord. 'Pure and undefiled religion before God and the Father is this, to visit the widow and the

fatherless in their affliction and to keep yourselves unspotted from the world.'"

Tennyson, with mastery of word, meter, poetic imagery and careful workmanship, has given us his swan song.

When one clear call should come for him, he wanted no sadness of farewell and hoped to see his pilot face to face when he should cross the bar.

Notice, Tennyson hopes. That is modern.

It is remarkable how people of dissimilar ideas and temperaments, when they contemplate the great hope, approach each other in thought. Ingersoll, at his best in his swan song, "The Declaration of the Free,"

asks:

"Is there beyond the silent night,

An endless day?

Is death a door that leads to light?

We can not say.

The tongueless secret, locked in fate,
We do not know.

We hope and wait."

This beloved woman wrote her swan song not so very long before her death of two dozen lines, a dozen of which I will quote:

"Now I lay me down to sleep,
Now the stars, their vigils keep;

With the turning of the wheel,
Will I wake to think and feel?

Will I sleep, to know no waking?
Will I rouse to fear and quaking?

Will the spirit, freed, unfettered,
Soar beyond its earthly record?

Who can answer, who can tell?
God, who made us, knows full well!

While his stars their vigils keep,
I will lay me down and sleep!"

BISHOP GEORGE DEN. GILLESPIE

The Rt. Rev. George DeNormandie Gillespie, D. D., first bishop of the diocese of Western Michigan, was born in Goshen, N. Y., June 14, 1819, and died in Grand Rapids, Mich., March 19, 1909. He was the son of John DeNormandie and Susan Bedford Gillespie, was educated in New York, graduating from the General Theological Seminary in 1840 and was ordained a deacon the same year by Bishop B. T. Onderdonk of New York. In 1843 he was advanced to priesthood by Bishop De Lancey of Western New York. In 1846 he married Rebecca Perrett, daughter of Joshua and Rebecca Perrett Lathrop of LeRoy, N. Y. She died some years ago. His priestly work was at LeRoy, N. Y., 1840-1844; St. Paul's Church, Cincinnati, 1844-1851; Zion Church, Palmyra, N. Y., 1851-1861, then St. Andrew's Church, Ann Arbor, 1861-1875. In 1874 he was elected first bishop of the diocese of Western Michigan and on February 24, 1875, he was consecrated by Bishops McCoskry of Michigan, and Talbot of Indiana, Bissell of Vermont, Robertson of Missouri, Paddock of Massachusetts and Wells of Wisconsin, none of whom survive him. Bishop Gillespie was a member of the State Board of Correc tions and Charities from its beginning in 1875 and was its chairman from 1881 until he resigned on account of ill health in 1907. At that time the Board showed its appreciation of his faithfulness and good works by passing fitting resolutions July 11, 1907.

He was buried from St. Mark's Pro-Cathedral, Grand Rapids, Mich., March 23d, his coadjutor and successor, Bishop McCormick, officiating, assisted by the bishops of Marquette, Southern Ohio, Chicago and presiding bishop, while the bishops of Milwaukee and Michigan were also present. The interment was at Ann Arbor, Mich. In his convention address in Trinity Church, Monroe, May 12, 1909, the Rt. Rev. Charles D. Williams, Bishop of the Diocese of Michigan, said: "Dr. Gillespie labored long in the diocese as rector of St. Andrew's Church, Ann Arbor, whose beautiful house of worship stands as his monument. He also served efficiently and faithfully for many years as secretary of the Diocese. Like his Master he was the 'friend of the publicans and sinners' and the memory of his gentle and merciful wisdom and gracious ministrations abides like a benediction in almost every institution for the unfortunate, the delinquent and the criminal throughout the length and breadth of this State."

MRS. EBENEZER OLIVER GROSVENOR

BY ETOLIE T. DAVIS

Mrs. E. O. Grosvenor was born in Auburn, N. Y., April 11, 1821. She died at her home in Jonesville, July 6, 1910, aged 89 years, 2 months and 25 days.

The known records of her family date back to 1652 when John Savage of Hartford, Conn., settled in Middleton, Conn., and was married to Elizabeth Dubbins. Mrs. Grosvenor was a direct descendant from this family. Her mother, Harriet Garder, married Elisha Powell Chaplin, who was one of the first settlers in Lenawee County.

Mrs. Grosvenor was the eldest of ten children. Only one brother, E. P. Chaplin, and one sister, Mrs. Caroline Chaplin Deal of Jonesville, survive her. She came with her parents to Tecumseh, Michigan, in 1825, but soon returned to New York and entered school at Elbridge. Later she was sent to a boarding school at Poultney, Vermont, where she remained until she was eighteen years old. She then came to Jonesville where her parents had located some years before and was a resident of the place seventy-one years.

She was married to Hon. E. O. Grosvenor, February 22, 1844, and from that time until his death, was constantly at his side, sharing the honors which came to him and likewise the trials and sorrows of their united lives. She was a loving, devoted mother, and in the companionship of her only child, Harriet, she found an enduring happiness. Her daughter was married in 1873 to Charles E. White, but mother and child were seldom long separated.

For several years it was the custom for one of her grandsons, Oliver S. White or Charles G., to take dinner at the Grosvenor home, although they lived only across the street. This daily visit was a source of much pleasure to Mr. and Mrs. Grosvenor and they often spoke of the enjoy ment it afforded them. Although home and family ties came first, Mrs. Grosvenor was largely identified with church and social interests. She was a member of the Presbyterian Church for over seventy-eight years, and a faithful, consistent Christian. When nearing her eightieth birthday she would often deplore some passing weakness and then add with her sweet, cheerful smile, "You know the Bible says, 'the days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength, labor and sorrow." She was given to hospitality, and her enjoyment of the society of her friends was real and unaffected. She liked to have young people around her, and